When Colton Parkhouse sided with his wife’s adopted sister once again, Kenzie didn’t argue with him like she used to. She simply turned around and went straight into a law firm.

“Atty. Larsson, I need you to draft a divorce agreement. I want a divorce.”

Hearing that, the lawyer looked caught off guard. “Mrs. Parkerhouse… are you sure about this? It’s the second time you’ve come to file. If you withdraw again, the county clerk’s office won’t accept another application from either of you this year.”

Kenzie’s eyes looked red-rimmed as she smiled bitterly.

“Don’t worry. This time, the divorce will definitely happen. I won’t change my mind again.”

The first time she filed for a divorce was when she found Colton’s diary in their bedroom. Every page recorded everything about Kinsey: what she liked to eat most, steak; what she liked to drink most, apple juice; even the exact timing of her monthly period.

That discovery led to a huge fight because the woman he loved wasn’t anyone else. It was Kinsey, his wife’s younger sister!

After that, Kenzie brought up divorce. Coincidentally, on the very last day of the mandatory cooling-off period, she got into a car accident.

While she was hospitalized, Colton stayed by her side day and night, barely sleeping. He even donated eight hundred milliliters of blood for her.

When she woke up, he knelt on the floor beside her bed, promising, “Honey, I admit I did love Kinsey once. But the woman I love now? It’s you. I promise I’ll cut off everything connected to her. Just give me one more chance, please?”

Seeing his pale face from staying up to take care of her, Kenzie softened.

After all, who hasn’t loved someone else when they were young? She was no exception.

That was why she gave him one more chance.

But the peace only lasted one year. Today was the second time she asked for a divorce.

A week earlier, she was supposed to give birth. Her husband, who should’ve been by her side, left her behind. The reason? Kinsey had gotten lost at an amusement park.

On the operating table, Kenzie suffered massive bleeding and fell into critical condition. With no one there to sign the surgery consent forms, her baby didn’t survive. And because treatment was delayed, she permanently lost the ability to become pregnant.

When she woke up, her phone was filled with messages from Kinsey, each one deliberately provocative.

Photos of the ninety-nine condoms she and Colton had used that week. Photos of meals he had personally cooked for her. And even a photo of the once untouchable young heir kneeling on the floor, giving another woman a foot spa.

Seeing all that triggered a breakdown in Kenzie.

While she had been fighting for her life on the operating table, while she was losing her baby, her husband had been with someone else.

The ache in her chest grew heavier and tighter. That was why this time, she wouldn’t give in.

The lawyer’s voice pulled her back to the present as he placed the divorce agreement into her hands. “I wish you the best, Mrs. Parkhouse.”

Kenzie lowered her gaze.

In the newly drafted agreement, Colton would be leaving with nothing!

…

Kenzie took a cab straight to Colton’s company.

The second she got out, a massive poster by the entrance caught her eye. Kinsey’s face was plastered across it.

Recently, the company had signed on several fashion brands and needed a spokesperson.

Since it was a maternity line, Kenzie had volunteered for two reasons.

First, to help Colton.

Two, to prove to him that she still was useful.

But at the time, he shut her down outright, his words full of disgust.

“Kenzie, look at yourself now. You’re fat and ugly! Just forget it.”

“I’m not letting people see that poster and say the CEO of Parkhouse Group married an ugly woman.”

Ugly. That one word sent her straight to hell, tearing her down piece by piece and planting the rot of self-hate deep in her chest.

After that, she stared at herself in the mirror every single day, questioning herself over and over.

She had taken care of herself during pregnancy. She was just a little heavier.

So why the hell did Colton call her ugly?

Now she finally got it. It was never about her looks.

That role had always been reserved for Kinsey.

From beginning to end, the only person in Colton’s heart had ever been Kinsey.

Kenzie forced her shaking body to hold together and sucked in a breath.

Whatever. Who he loved, who he protected? None of that shit mattered anymore.

She was divorcing that jerk anyway.

Upstairs, she had just reached the CEO’s office and hadn’t even touched the door when a familiar voice drifted out.

“Hey, you stayed with me while my sister was in surgery, and you still haven’t gone to the hospital to see her. Aren’t you scared she’ll flip out and make a scene?”

Through the crack in the door, Kenzie saw Kinsey sprawled on Colton’s lap, leaning into his arms seductively.

A mocking laugh came out of his mouth.

“Make a scene? What right does she have to make a scene? She’s just a housewife now with a kid weighing her down. Even if she finds out about us, she’ll swallow it for the kid’s sake.”

“After all, once she divorces me, she’s just second-hand goods. She doesn’t have the guts to make a scene.”

He said it was a fact.

Outside the door, Kenzie shook from head to toe as his filthy words crawled over her skin.

She had given birth to his child and nearly died doing it. And yet in his mouth, she was still nothing but trash!

Clearly, he’d forgotten who the hell she used to be.

She had once been a top-tier lawyer, undefeated in every case she took.

It was that jerk himself who had pushed her again and again to quit her career, to go home, to throw away her bright future.

And now, coming from him, she was reduced to a “useless housewife” and “second-hand goods.”

Inside, Kinsey let out a chuckle.

“You’re that confident? You almost divorced a year ago.”

Colton snorted.

“And didn’t it still not happen in the end? She was just putting on a show. She can’t divorce me.”

“If Mom and Dad hadn’t hated you and forced me to marry that woman, promising they’d stay out of my business as long as I did, I wouldn’t have married her in the first place.”

Kinsey turned her head away, playing offended. “Really? Then why did you still have a child with her? You’re telling me you never had real feelings for her?”

When it came to their child, Colton’s words came out even more vicious.

“That kid was just something I gave my parents to shut them the fuck up. Once she had a kid, she’d be stuck. Tied down. Too busy to give a shit about what I was doing on the side anymore.”

“Kinsey,” he went on, “my heart’s always been with you. I know you called me on purpose that day while she was in surgery. And because you’re the one I love, I didn’t hesitate to leave her in the OR. Isn’t that enough to prove how sincere I am?”

Kinsey was clearly pleased, the smile on her lips growing deeper.

“Love isn’t about what you say,” she purred. “It’s about what you do.”

Just like that, he flipped her over and pinned her beneath him.

Outside the door, Kenzie felt like her heart had been ripped to shreds. Even breathing felt lethal.

She had always believed Colton loved her.

Now, she realized it had all been fake. Every so-called moment of love had been an act.

From the day they were born, Kenzie and Kinsey had been switched.

She should have grown up as a rich heiress. Instead, she spent fifteen years scraping by in hardship.

Meanwhile, Kinsey lived fifteen years of luxury on Kenzie’s life.

When the truth finally came out, the Lundbergs took Kenzie back. But Kinsey refused to return to her poor birth family.

The Lunbergs caved. They argued that people weren’t made of stone. They had raised Kinsey for so many years, so how could they just throw her away?

To spare Kinsey’s feelings, they never made Kenzie’s identity public.

“Kenzie,” they told her, “if we announce who you really are, Kinsey will be put in an awkward position. You’ll just have to suffer a little.”

Kenzie thought that going back to her real family would mean more people loving and protecting her.

But heck, that was bullshit.

The Lundbergs had only ever loved one daughter, and that was Kinsey.

It didn’t matter that it was Kenzie who was the real victim. It didn’t matter that she was the biological daughter.

Whenever Kinsey got sick, their mother, Kaitlin, suspected Kenzie had something to do with it.

If Kinsey was bullied at school, Kaitlin blamed Kenzie for not protecting her “younger sister.”

Any time Kinsey had the slightest problem, the one at fault was always Kenzie.

Any time Kinsey had the slightest problem, Kenzie was the one at fault.

That was when Kenzie realized a home like this wasn’t worth going back to.

With that, she packed her bags and planned to return to her foster mother, only to be kidnapped on the roadside.

Colton was taken with her.

They were locked in a basement for an entire week.

The whole time, he took care of her, stayed by her side, kept whispering reassurance.

“Kenzie, don’t be scared. I’m here. I won’t let them hurt you.”

Back then, he was the only light in her darkness.

She buried that love deep inside her until the day he showed up to propose.

‘Finally,’ she thought, ‘everything had turned around.’

But reality smashed her over the head.

It was all fake!

Turns out, even deep love can be performed!

Before she could recover from the blow, she caught sight of her two brothers approaching out of the corner of her eye.

They had never liked her. She reacted on instinct, hid in the conference room next door, and overheard what they really thought of her.

“I heard Kenzie almost bled to death during childbirth,” Kendrick, the oldest, said. “Should we find some time to go see her?”

The younger brother, Kobe, didn’t bother hiding his disgust.

“Nope. Not going. Kinsey’s the only sister I have. If it weren’t for Kenzie, Kinsey would’ve married Colton a long time ago. She bled that much and still lived? Guess she’s lucky.”

“When she finally dies,” he added coldly, “I’ll give her a grand funeral. Until then, I don’t want to see her. Just looking at her kills my mood.”

After that, Kenzie couldn’t make out anything else.

Her head felt like it was splitting open. Her chest burned, like it was being eaten alive from the inside. The pain was beyond words.

She cried until there were no tears left.

She used to think her brothers just weren’t used to her being around.

She never imagined they were actually waiting for her to die!

What she couldn’t understand was that she was their real sister. She was bound to them by blood.

But her husband didn’t love her.

And her family didn’t want her.

Now, she couldn’t even tell whether the tears on her face were grief or bitter mockery.

If none of them loved her, then she’d go find the people who truly did.

Colton didn’t know this, but when she was younger, Kenzie had a childhood sweetheart. He was now worth over a hundred billion and the youngest billionaire on the Forbes list!

Just a week earlier, he had reached out to her.

“Kenzie, I’ve been waiting all these years. If you turn back, I’ll be right here,” he promised.

She had hesitated then.

This time, she didn’t.

She picked up her phone and called him directly.

“Hey, Clarkson. Once I get the divorce certificate, I’m coming to London to find you.”

Kenzie’s voice wavered. She tried to cover it, but Clarkson heard it anyway.

“Kenzie,” he said gently, “did someone hurt you?”

Aside from her foster mother, no one had ever asked her that before.

The moment he did, something in her chest finally loosened.

She wiped her eyes and forced a small smile. “I’m fine,” she said. “I just figured some things out. About people. About life.”

After a brief pause, she added quietly, “Clarkson… maybe I should’ve gone with you back then.”

Before the Lundbergs found her, she’d grown up in the countryside. Clarkson had been there through all of it.

Calling them childhood sweethearts wouldn’t be wrong.

He’d liked her for as long as he could remember.

Back then, Kenzie was still young. Her world was school and simple routines. Then, at fifteen, she was taken back to the Lundbergs, and just like that, they lost each other.

Later, Colton filled every corner of her heart.

On her wedding day, Clarkson had pushed his way backstage, his eyes red when he looked at her.

“Kenzie,” he asked softly, “are you sure you’ll be happy marrying him?”

She answered honestly.

“I don’t know if I’ll be happy forever. But right now, I love him.”

The word love made his eyes burn even redder.

He left without causing a scene. But before he did, he gave her a way out.

“Kenzie, I like you,” he said. “But liking someone doesn’t mean keeping them. So I’ll let you go.”

“If one day you realize you don’t love Colton anymore, or if he treats you badly, come find me. I’ll take you away.”

She never imagined those words would come back to her years later.

Clarkson was sharp. He could hear the unfairness in what she wasn’t saying.

“Kenzie,” he said firmly, “wait for me. I’ll come to New York. I’ll take you away.”

“The Kenzie who used to smile like so brightly shouldn’t be living this way.”

She smiled, and this time it didn’t hurt.

“Okay,” she said. “I’ll wait.”

After the call ended, she stayed in the conference room for a long time before finally stepping out.

And just her luck, she ran straight into Colton and Kinsey.

When Colton saw her swollen, reddened eyes, concern never crossed his face. His first reaction was suspicion.

“You followed me here?” he said coldly. “Kenzie, this clingy act of yours is getting disgusting.”

The words landed hard.

When she was giving birth, he’d walked away from the operating room. And in the week after, he never showed up once.

If he had cared enough to actually look at her, he would’ve noticed there was no love left in her eyes.

But she didn’t love him anymore. And once that was gone, she stopped caring, too.

Including how much her words might hurt.

Kenzie straightened her back and pointed straight at Kinsey.

“What about her?” she asked flatly.

Even after being caught, there wasn’t a trace of guilt on his face. If anything, he looked self-righteous.

“Since you’ve already seen it, I won’t bother hiding it. Just like you see, we’re together now. Me and Kinsey.”

Kenzie let out a short, humorless laugh.

This was the first time she’d ever seen someone talk about cheating like it was something to be proud of.

“Colton,” she said calmly, “aren’t you afraid I’ll divorce you?”

He shot her a look full of disdain.

“Oh, Kenzie. Don’t threaten me with divorce.”

“We have a child,” he snapped back. “Do you really want the baby growing up in a broken family?”

“You had a miserable childhood yourself,” he added coldly. “You really want to make our kid live through that, too?”

He was certain she wouldn’t dare leave him. To him, this was just empty talk.

Kenzie stared at him. The light in her eyes dimmed, little by little.

That idiot had no idea. Their child was already gone.

The moment he chose to abandon her in the operating room, the baby died because no one was there to sign the damn consent form in time.

Across from them, Kobe cut in, his voice sharp and scolding.

“Kenzie, can you stop being so dramatic? In relationships, the one who isn’t loved is the third wheel. Colton already gave you the title of Mrs. Parkhouse, didn’t he? Do you really think you deserve his heart, too?”

Kendrick stood beside him and added calmly, “Kenzie, Colton doesn’t love you. You’ve known that for a long time. Since you knew, why are you making such a big deal out of it now?”

She was the one who’d been hurt. She was the one who lost her child.

And yet everyone acted like she had no right to be upset. No right to feel wronged.

At that moment, she finally understood that family love, romantic love… All of it was bullshit.

Kenzie took a slow breath. Then she reached into her bag and pulled out the divorce papers.

“Fine,” she said evenly. “I won’t make a fuss. I won’t be dramatic anymore.”

“All I need you to do....” she continued, holding out the papers, “is sign this agreement.”

Colton took the papers, his brows creasing.

“What agreement is this?”

Before he could even scan the first line, Kobe yanked the papers out of his hands, flipped straight to the last page, and shoved them back at him.

“What’s there to read?” he snapped. “Just sign the damn thing.”

“Who knows what she’s trying to squeeze out of you this time? Another storefront? Another piece of land? Hah. Has there ever been a year she didn’t ask for something?”

Kenzie dropped her gaze and let out a quiet, bitter laugh.

It turned out, in her brothers’ eyes, she had always been the one who kept asking.

But that was only because she had never been given a damn thing!

Every time she managed to hold onto something or anything, Kinsey would swoop in and take it from her.

At first, Kenzie had fought back. She’d argued. She’d complained.

And every single time, she’d been shut down with the same bullshit.

“Kenzie, you’re the older sister. What’s wrong with letting your younger sister have it?”

“Can you stop being so selfish for once?”

“If you hadn’t come back, those things would’ve belonged to Kinsey anyway.”

She’d heard those lines so many times they might as well have been engraved into her skull.

What they all conveniently forgot was that if Kinsey hadn’t been switched at birth, Kenzie would’ve been the Lundbergs’ real daughter.

Those things should’ve been hers from the very beginning.

She was just trying to take back what was already hers!

Yet in everyone else’s eyes, she was stealing from Kinsey.

Kendrick’s voice dragged her back to reality.

“Dude, it’s just a contract,” he said impatiently. “Hurry up and sign it. We still have to take Kinsey out for her birthday.”

Colton didn’t hesitate this time. He picked up the pen and signed his name at the bottom of the last page just like that.

Kinsey was immediately ushered away like royalty, surrounded on all sides, fussed over like a precious little princess.

For more than ten years, they had remembered only one thing. Today was Kinsey’s birthday.

They had completely forgotten something else. It was Kenzie’s birthday, too.

She knew it wasn’t that they didn’t remember. They simply didn’t care enough to celebrate her.

She used to wait anyway.

Now, she didn’t.

Some people get love. Others get money.

This time, she chose the money.

With her mind made up, she went down to the underground garage to get her car and go home to pack her things up.

Before she could even reach her parking spot, a car suddenly jerked forward and slammed into her, knocking her flat onto the concrete.

She had just given birth. Her body was already weak. The impact tore her stitches open, and blood spread fast across her clothes.

Kenzie clutched her abdomen as pain ripped through her, her body shaking uncontrollably before she collapsed onto the cold ground.

“C-Colton!” she gasped, struggling to breathe. “My wound… It tore open. It hurts… Please… take me to the hospital.”

Inside the car, Colton didn’t even bother getting out.

He rolled the window down halfway, irritation etched across his face.

“Oh, come on, Kenzie. What are you pretending this time?”

“My car barely touched you,” he scoffed. “And you’re acting like you can’t even stand up?”

“Today’s Kinsey’s birthday,” he snapped. “Just because you don’t want us celebrating with her, you’ll make up any bullshit now?”

“Hah. I’m not falling for it this time.”

From the passenger seat, Kinsey chimed in impatiently. “Colton, it’s the weekend. There are people everywhere. If we keep wasting time here, we won’t even get a table.”

Without another glance, he rolled the window back up and turned the wheel.

Panic and despair hit Kenzie all at once, tears blurring her vision.

“Colton!” she cried out. “I’m telling the truth! Please! Save me…”

But he didn’t hesitate for even a second.

The only thing he left behind was the cold blast of exhaust as the car sped away.

Kenzie curled in on herself on the concrete, her body folding inward as pain tore through her.

Warm blood kept flooding from her wound, no matter how hard she tried to stop it.

She knew then that if this kept going, she wasn't making it out alive.

As her consciousness began to slip, memories flooded in; it was the promises Colton had once sworn to her.

“Kenzie, marry me. I’ll protect you for the rest of your life.”

“Kenzie, I like you. Just trust me one more time.”

“Kenzie, let’s have a child. We’ll be a happy family of three.”

As her consciousness started to slip away, every promise Colton had ever made came rushing back into her mind.

“Marry me, Kenzie. I’ll protect you for the rest of your life.”

“I like you, Kenzie. Just trust me one more time.”

“Let’s have a child, Kenzie. We’ll be a happy family of three.”

They flashed through her head, slipping away before she could hold onto any of them.

At that moment, she regretted ever loving Colton.

She regretted giving him chance after chance to hurt her.

‘Colton,’ she thought bitterly, ‘if I survive this, then between us, this won’t end until one of us is destroyed!’